[Intro]It's gon' be aight though (ohh)This one's for you, yeah!Cadillacs on 22s...Pimp my voice and mack these beats..[Chorus - repeat 2x]Cadillacs on 22sI ain't did nothing in my life but stayed truePimp my voice and mack these beats andPray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets, hey![Verse]God I know that we pimpGod I know that we wrongGod I know why she talk about Moet all of my songsI know these kids are listeningI know I'm here for a missionBut it's so hard to get 'em wit 22 rims all glistenI know these balls are talkingLord I want to do rightI tried to fight but these demons they comp at me at nightLike my momma, my daddy, my girl and all my boysI lost Rachelle but I guess I still got the whining RoyMy couzins sweet, momma lay that JasonLord I'm praying for swacking my heart is still impatientKeep 'em off them drugs, far away from thugsHe's still my hero but just a shell bed or what it wasYeah smoking get a buzz, but God I hear ya callingAnd shit wrong wit ballingBut my soul is just stelly [steadily] ballingAnd the sex and the dead, and the other jailGod I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell?[Chorus][Verse]Lord they hum Andre JonesLord they hum Reynold JohnsonLord I want to fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncingLord I'm sick of jumping, Lord just please tell me somethingMy folks still dumping my music, bumping but I feel nothingMy heart is stelly pumpingMy heart is stelly breakingSometimes I feel like I'm faking, manI'm so sick of takingMaybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burnMaybe Earth is telling just a place for us to learnBout yo love, yo will and graceSometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first placeMaybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the parkSo we can come home this world right here is feeling so darkFeeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling so oldI dunno if I can take this world right here no more22 inch rims on the 'LacI guess that was yo footprint in the sand carrying us on yo back[Chorus] (2x)